RAZORBLADE, Vincent

[Vincent Razorblade]

[app] Vincent Henry Birchill [/app]

[app]Full Name:[/app] Vincent Henry Birchill Razorblade
[app]Preferred Nickname/Alias:[/app] Vinny, Razor, Scarecrow, Druggie, Cent, Vivi
[app]Gender:[/app] Male
[app]Age:[/app] 24
[app]Sexual Orientation:[/app] Straight
[app]Member Group:[/app] Prophet
[app]Canon or Original:[/app] Original

Tall, lanky, and drug addicted because yes it shows. His dark hair is perpetually spiked, if not messy all the time and his dark brown eyes, though normally bloodshot show more pain in them then most would expect to find in someone of his age. Eerily thin from a combination of malnourishment and drug abuse, he has just enough muscle on his lanky frame to not look like a total skeleton. Pale from never seeing much daylight the scars are still visible all over his skin and the dark bruises from self injecting show painfully clear on his arms if he isn't hiding them under the long sleeves of his leather jacket.

[app]Face Claim:[/app] Sid Vicious

[app]Likes:[/app]

• Music {especially punk}
  
• Pain
  
• Vice
  
• Girls
  
• Alcohol
  
• Getting high
  
• Leather
  
• Singing
  
• Playing guitar/bass
  
• Plaid
  
• Old school punks
  
• England
  
• His curb stompers
  
• Skin fights
  
• Causing controversy
  
• Anarchy

[app]Dislikes:[/app]

• Religion
  
• Monsters
  
• His dependency on drugs
  
• Not having a home
  
• His past
  
• Sunny days
  
• Small yapper dogs
  
• Crashing from a high
  
• The things he sees in his mind
  
• The cold
  
• Pleather
  
• "Reality" TV
  
• Scene kids
  
• Conformity
  
• Nazi Punks
  
• Authority
  
• Hangovers

[app]Strengths:[/app]

• Street smart
  
• Quick and Agile
  
• Surprisingly strong for his lithe figure
  
• Intelligent
  
• Seasoned fighter
  
• Tough physically
  
• Fast reflexes
  
• Sort of knows the future

[app]Weaknesses:[/app]

• Addicted to drugs
  
• Alcoholic
  
• Children
  
• Ill tempered
  
• Trouble showing emotions
  
• When people show him kindness

[app]Fears:[/app]

• Overdosing again
  
• The detox process
  
• Demons
  
• The things he sees

[app]Secrets:[/app]

• Sometimes wishes he would drop dead
  
• Hates himself
  
• Isn’t as tough as he presents himself

[app]Habits and Quirks:[/app]

• Uses old Cockney slang
  
• Mutters to himself
  
• Always keeps a cigarette behind his ear

[app]Overall Personality:[/app]

Nihilist: Vinny has always been a nihilist. He never believed in a higher power, and always thought that there was no good reason for living, that there was no objective morality and that existence had no higher meaning or goal. He’s always lived for the here and now, and even that was never very good as far as he was concerned having grown up a disaffected youth of London, he’s always believed in the ideals of 'Live Fast, Die Young' but ever since those damn visions started, he’s had to reexamine these ideals of his, though the idea that he’s been wrong all this time about God scares the crap out of him.


Anarchist. The boy is totally obsessed with the old school ideals individual anarchism and of course a little bit of chaos thrown in, because as far as he‘s known, violence has always been a good answer for things. In his mind, anarchy is in fact fun, mainly because he finds it hard to live in a society of rules after having gone so long playing by his own.

Rambunctious. Having not been given the chance to have a real childhood at times Razorblade tends to act out rather childishly. If someone can get through the cold tough exterior of his they will find that he is still very much a child on the inside, prone to moments of utter child like goofballishness, which is why he tends to get along with children so well.

Volatile. His temper is something quite fierce, and Vinny can be set off rather easily depending on what is going on around him. And when he's in one of his foul moods there's a good chance that some sort of physical altercation will follow, as it's like he's incapable of controlling his own actions, the fact that he’s normally on some drug that makes him feel like superman, doesn’t help matters either.

Crass. An amazing thing about the punk is his lack of caring. He doesn't care about being politically correct, and he doesn't care who's feelings get hurt by his words. Actually the boy seems to have a slight affinity for just trying to be callous, he likes to be a bit of a rude awakening for people. The man doesn't sugar coat his words or beat around the bush the slightest bit. He's loud, crude, and much different then the average person and he doesn't give a damn, "It's not really my problem if they think I'm weird,"

Lost. Deep down though, for all the facades that Vincent throws up, he is just a lost boy trying to make it through the world as best he can. Vinny realizes he is very much alone in this world, sticking out like quite a sore thumb with his lanky leather clad form, spiky hair, and thick Cockney accent. All his life he's just wanted some sort of recognition as something more then a mistake, though after all these years he's not quite sure what he wants having gotten so used to the way he is now. Then there are these things he keeps seeing unbidden that he can’t make heads or tails of, they scare him, the fact that the nihilistic beliefs that he’s always hidden behind could be wrong shakes him to his core, and he doesn’t know if theres anything he can do about it.

[app]Family:[/app]

• Mother: Jenny Victoria Birchell
  
• Father: Malcolm Charles Birchell
  
• Siblings: None

[app]Overall History:[/app]

Vinny was born on St. Patrick's Day in the east end of London England to a couple that didn't want him. His parents, whom were quite young when they had him, had always felt that it was his fault they were unhappy, since neither of them had ever intended on getting married or having children with each other. That was until surprise surprise Jenny found out she was pregnant and they were forced into a shot gun wedding by some very angry and scandalized parents.

Growing up in a small, crapped, loveless house in downtown London with parents that hated him definitely didn't make for a very happy childhood and Vincent had to endure different torments from both of his parents. The boys mother was always taunting him, verbally abusing the boy any chance she got while his father would just get drunk and flat out beat him until his was satisfied or the boy was a bleeding whimpering mess. Due to this the boy did just about all in his power to keep from having to go home, and soon enough at the tender age of thirteen Vinny found himself mixed up with a group of older Cockney punks who modeled themselves after guys like the Sex Pistols, Crass, and Generation X.

They took him in, teaching the boy everything he would need to know about living on the hard streets and Vincent quickly embraced the punk subculture as his own because with them he felt like he was actually a part of something, like for once he had an actual family. At seventeen he finally snapped and one day when his father hit him he hit back, letting years of pent up anger out on the man and he only stopped when his his dear mother called the cops on him, upon hearing the sirens the lithe boy took off running, finally leaving home with nothing but the cloths on his back and the slightly blood spattered baseball bat in his hand.


From there on out he was a true Cockney punk, the boy slept in abandoned warehouses or in the subway system with a few other friends. His cloths were ragged and worn out, and his already thin figure suffered from lack of nutrition. Another thing was that Vincent really started into drugs and alcohol at that point it was something he was around almost twenty four seven, especially since if he wasn't sleeping or stirring up some sort of trouble Vinny could be found at different rock and punk shows, drinking, doing drugs and at times playing music.

Even after overdosing and being arrested on a number of different occasions Vinny didn’t think or plan on changing his ways. But then something strange started to happen. At first Vincent thought they were just really fucked up dreams, so he would stay up days on end but he started having them when he was awake, so he blamed it on the drugs and started trying to get clean. But then the images got clearer, and a lot worse for that matter, and he was becoming aware of the things that went bump in the night because of them, so he panicked and started doing drugs again to try and dull the images, but he overdosed a second time and still the images wouldn’t go away.

Thoroughly freaking out by the time he started seeing angels dying in his ‘visions’ or ‘nightmares’ or ‘hallucinations’ or whatever, he swindled some groupies at a rock show for a plane ticket to America and was on the next plane out to the states. Since then he’s been hitchhiking across the country trying to figure out what these visions are and why he keeps having them, because Vinny seriously doubts he can continue going if he sees one more person get ripped to shreds by a demon in his sleep.

[app]Member Title:[/app] [s][color=FFFFFF][size=1][i]Pretty[/i][/size] [/color][/s][color=FF0000][b]VACANT[/b][/color] [/size]

[app]Roleplaying Sample:[/app]

John could have cried with joy when Sam finally woke up, even just that first time for a few minutes, just because he had woken up at all. Instead he swallowed the lump in his throat and sat quietly as Sam drifted back into dreamland feeling like there was a weight lifted from his shoulders now that he knew the boy could wake up. From them it was hard to find John anywhere but at the boys bedside, even when everyone else was fighting over who to watch over the boy next. If anyone tried to move the old man from his place they were met with a very threatening glance and the shift of him putting his hand on a weapon.

The old man would rather shoot someone then move and he made that painfully clear the moment they had put Sam up in the room. So he waited, a little more restless and ready to see his boy up and at'tam again with every time that he woke up. He hadn't moved much and he'd slept even less, only leaving to use the bathroom and eat whenever Norah finally badgered him into it, which she definitely did. But when Sam finally awoke and finally spoke, the old man all but cheered, scrubbing his face tiredly though the joy was clearly there in his tired eyes.

Even though he was beginning to twitch with the urge to run up and push everyone out and simply sit with Sam and protect him from everything like he was still six years old, John bit the urge and let him and Adam have their moment. For what was possibly the billionth time in the past two weeks John wished there was something he could do for those two boys, he sincerely couldn't stand seeing the states that either of them were in. But at least they had this certain connection with each other, probably because of there shared experience in the cage, it really was a shit way to bond as Adam had put it, but it was something and at least they didn't have to go through the feelings alone.

And yet again, John found himself unable to figure out how to deal with the situation at hand but he went with what he thought would be acceptable, "Hey there boy," His voice sounded a little scratchy, he hadn't said much as of late, after all the damned conversations he had to have with everyone explaining that he wasn't dead John didn't feel like speaking much until now, "How's your head? You hit the big win with that thick skull of yours ya know," The old man had been falling into the habit of icing over his awkwardness with dryly attempted humor where his sons were concerned.

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[app]Player Name:[/app] Devi B
[app]Player Age:[/app] 21 still
[app]Years Roleplaying:[/app] about 7 or 8 still
[app]Where You Found Us:[/app] Still the head admin
[app]Other Characters:[/app] Eve, Ki, John, Bel, Sari
[app]Favorite Supernatural Episode:[/app] Yellow Fever
[app]Favorite Supernatural Character:[/app] Castiel 8)

[Devi B.]